But only the ones that don't take a bunch of hair with them when taken out

Eh, you lose a few hairs here and there just running your hands through your hair. Losing a few to a hairtie isn't all that much price to pay for not dying of heat-exhaustion. That said, mine only take hair when I'm lazy.

When your hair is close to 3' long... a couple strands can look like a cat went missing

So my wife and I are playing our usual meandering long since should have been scrapped/retired game, and I revealed to her character that rather than having moved out of the state 2 years ago, she actually died and had spent most of that time in hell before being resurrected with her memories altered to forget her mortal demise, and replacing it with a vanilla fantasy of having lived in Texas for a while before accepting that she ran away because emotions.

She later said, 'Hell? Really? i know my character isn't a saint but did she really deserve to go to Hell?'

'Out of all the things that happened in that exchange,' I said, 'the part that you stick on is that after her death she went to hell?' At which point my wife nodded.

'Well,' I said, 'There really aren't words in the human language or experience to describe the condition of human souls after death in a setting where Cthulhu is real.'

'Can we just go back to her being in Hell? That was better,' she said.

I hit a car while riding my bike today. He rolled through a stop sign, not noticing me coming down the road. It was raining, by brakes were wet, and I ended up slamming into his driver's side door.

Tomorrow when I bring my tools home I have some work to do, my handlebars, front wheel and seat were all knocked out of alignment. He has a lot more work to do/money to spend because my bike gouged the bejesus out of his front quarter panel, driver side door, and rear driver side door.

Lesson learned: Don't brag about the rain not being able to stop my and my bike. Because a Ford Contour sure as s**t did.

d**n, that sucks. I've nearly been hit a couple of times by cars that suddenly turned right without warning. If it'd been raining those times... well, it wouldn't have gone well for me. It's amazing how quickly one can turn when that adrenaline hits...

As someone who regularly commutes to work by bike (but never in the rain, unless it catches me unawares) I've noticed that most motorists are courteous and pay attention to some degree. The remainder are dangerous because they're either completely oblivious to their surroundings or total *******s.

d**n, that sucks. I've nearly been hit a couple of times by cars that suddenly turned right without warning. If it'd been raining those times... well, it wouldn't have gone well for me. It's amazing how quickly one can turn when that adrenaline hits...

As someone who regularly commutes to work by bike (but never in the rain, unless it catches me unawares) I've noticed that most motorists are courteous and pay attention to some degree. The remainder are dangerous because they're either completely oblivious to their surroundings or total *******s.

For the most part, local motorists are more polite to me on my bike than they are to me in my little car. I drive a 01 Kia Rio, roughly the size of a matchbox car, and I can be doing 60 in a 45 and people will attempt vehicular murder/suicide to get around me.

For the first several years, I kept my hair in a simple pony tail. What amazed me most is just how tangled that s**t becomes after the slightest breeze... like the little suckers, when left to their own devices, can't help but wander about like cats. Probably 6 or so years ago, I started braiding it. Much safer, as they have not yet learned to work together. To explore, to grasp, to wander. If ever they do, the gods help me.

Kaiju? Yeah there are kaiju. The movies don't tell it like it is though.

Yeah I've seen the movies, the giant monsters rampaging, trashing cities and swatting jets out of the air. Messy affair. Stupid as hell too.

The veritechs have stand off missiles with ranges measured in miles. Old stompy never sees the jets pelting it with explosives. But that's not the biggie, things that big don't go down from explosives that small.

When a stomper comes tumbling out of a DFE, there are two weapons we use. C'mon boy, why do you think we have flying warships with massive cannons on the bottom. Those are the Kaiju killers. Even God-effing-zilla is going to hit the ground after a 12 round salvo from a flying battleship. The other thing is that kaijus are biological in nature, they are alive, and living things have metabolisms and biology, and that biology can be sabotaged with poison and chemicals.

Mustard gas, chlorine gas, nerve gas, they are all nice for cleaning out kaiju swarms and parasites. For the big ones, there are basically kaiju sized chem darts that we can fire from jets, and these things can be packed with liters of tranquilizer, poisons, anything we want. Cesium isotope laced nerve agents are popular, the monster gets a big dose of glow in the dark death juice. Tasty stuff.

Stay frosty, we're on clean up duty, making sure that the CZ (containment zone noob) stays clear until the navigators decide it's okay. Shoot anything that moves, even if it's human. Kaiju contamination is serious. Do you know how many plagues of the last century spread because of a soft heart in a containment line? Kaiju Flu, red and blue were both released in piss poor CZ procedure.

Remember how many died because a gunner has a soft spot for a diseased girl in a torn dress.

Life is chock full of real life stuff, and I don't have enough time to hang around here, doing awesome stuff.

Shadoweagle: I am sorry for laxing. I want to game, but I procrastinate.

Coldforged players: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. It feels kinda hard to start up the game again. I felt the "conflict" ruined the game for me. Sorry for being an overly emotional GM. I should "Murometz" such situations, but I can't. Bad character trait, I know.

The ghost of the famed logician Aleister Crowley informed me last night that I am in fact not a pair of britches, however he was unable to confirm nor deny my suspicion that Our Glorious Leader is in fact a shirt. More on this pending after the next commercial break.

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For the love of meat, shut up! No one wants to hear your emo character background! My hands are literally melting away, and I'm complaining less than you!—K'seliss, Goblins